Yeah but it's giant. Giant bugs. Yick factor amplified by three thousand.
[The pot's set, it'll only be a few minutes to go. In the meantime he follows her attention (and is not at all surprised, it's about the only place in the deserted rover for attention to go), wandering over with a fond smile pressing into his cheeks.]
That's, um. My family. And my girlfriend. Aunt May, she's been raising me since I was ten. [No need for elaboration. The fact that she was an Aunt and not a mother should be indicative enough of what happened there, he hopes. Peter takes a seat next to the cushions as he points them out.] And Gwen over here, she moved in with us about a year or so ago? Her dad was on the police force. He died — this absolute craphole, god, he was dressing up as me and going around robbing places, and killed Gwen's dad while he was on duty. She didn't know I was Spider-Man at the time, so she um. She spent a lot of time convinced I was to blame, until she found out the truth. But her mom is the biggest piece of work, so we took her in.
Aaand this is my girlfriend. Mary Jane. [This one, he removes from the wall to beam down at. The corners on all of the photos are a little worn, bent. The reason becomes obvious when Peter's thumb swipes up and over one. Well worn, and doubtful to last too much longer if he doesn't grab a frame, but he can't help it. He's a tactile person.]
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[The pot's set, it'll only be a few minutes to go. In the meantime he follows her attention (and is not at all surprised, it's about the only place in the deserted rover for attention to go), wandering over with a fond smile pressing into his cheeks.]
That's, um. My family. And my girlfriend. Aunt May, she's been raising me since I was ten. [No need for elaboration. The fact that she was an Aunt and not a mother should be indicative enough of what happened there, he hopes. Peter takes a seat next to the cushions as he points them out.] And Gwen over here, she moved in with us about a year or so ago? Her dad was on the police force. He died — this absolute craphole, god, he was dressing up as me and going around robbing places, and killed Gwen's dad while he was on duty. She didn't know I was Spider-Man at the time, so she um. She spent a lot of time convinced I was to blame, until she found out the truth. But her mom is the biggest piece of work, so we took her in.
Aaand this is my girlfriend. Mary Jane. [This one, he removes from the wall to beam down at. The corners on all of the photos are a little worn, bent. The reason becomes obvious when Peter's thumb swipes up and over one. Well worn, and doubtful to last too much longer if he doesn't grab a frame, but he can't help it. He's a tactile person.]
Isn't she gorgeous?